Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"I see you have finally gone crazy"

"I know it is something you can do. I'm not too knowledgeable about magic but it should be possible right?" 

'It is scary how he can think of something like that while he does not have much knowledge about magic.' 

Her eyes went out of focus for a while and went down. Then slowly came back to Raith.

"It's impossible." 

"No, it's not." 

"It wouldn't be if I am not wounded. But most of my mana right now is working on healing my wound. I might die if I attempt such a mass-scale teleportation." 

Raith rubbed his chin. He didn't want to do this but it seems there is no other way to go about it. 

"Will you teach me then?" 

"Grovel human." A wide grin spread across her face and her pupils dilated. 

'Ah shit, I don't want to do this. Apart from the fact that I hate magic, I don't like that she gets to do anyhow she wants when I should be the master' 

Since using [Abyssal flame] when fighting with the wyvern that became Noir and even now with the [frost weaver]. Raith didn't feel these skills like he did when he used sword skills or ran so fast on his own two legs. 

Therefore the idea of learning magic has been very disgusting to him. 

"How long will it take?" 

"That depends on your intelligence."

"Oh, if it's about that, I am quite dumb, should I add one more person to the magic class then." 

She frowned while folding her arms, "Do you take me for a dragon that goes around teaching magic? Do you know how precious of an opportunity this is? You can bring two more." 

"No, one is enough. Just teach me teleportation magic and pour the rest of your energy into teaching him everything you know." 

"Wait? What? You only want to learn teleportation magic. You can't fight Nyx without knowing everything about magic!" 

She spread her hands apart as she stated her point. 

Raith looked at her and stood up. 

"I disagree." 

He said coldly and walked out of the room. 

A little while later, someone walked inside. Slyvia's eyes slowly shifted to the guy that entered. He was handsome and had pointed ears, a part of his hair was black, and another part was white. His eyes were blue. 

He slowly went on one knee and bowed his head. 

"I am delighted to be in the presence of a dragon. We elves thought dragons to be myths and bedtime stories our elders told us. It is a pleasure to be taught by one"

To Draear who was from Therut, stories about dragons, with bodies as large as mountains, and wings that can cover the sky in one spread, were told as myth and fireside, bedtime stories. No one ever thought it to be real. 

When Raith told him his teacher was a dragon, he was first stricken with fear, that was the only being in whom his pride did not matter in front of because a creature like that was far above him in the hierarchy.

All his speculations were according to the stories they were told growing up. 

"But I have a condition..."

Slyvia's brow arced up, a condition? She should be the one having a condition right now. 

'This one has a lot of gut, doesn't he?'

"You will always be my second master. I already have a true master and nothing can change that." 

'Would you look at that, he didn't even wait for my consent to start talking.' Her brows kept twitching, she felt like smashing his head against the floor. 

"Okay... and who is this your first master?" 

"Lord Raven." 

There it is! 

"Lord Raven again?!" 

Draear looked up with a frown as Slyvia yelled. 

"What? Are you going to beat me?" She glared down at him. 

He lowered his head, "Please control your emotions. People are watching, You are supposed to be a loyal dragon that serves Lord Raven, a ragged behavior should not be seen with you"

Her eyes began to shake. 

'Is? Is? Is he talking to me?...'

There was no lie in what he was saying but no one had dared to blatantly speak to her like this. And she was to teach such a rude bastard lesson. 

Draear smirked silently.

'No one can take Lord Raven's place in my heart. Even if it is the strongest dragon in the whole world' 

Slyvia's gaze rested on his resolute face for a few more minutes. 

'I see, I see... it is evident what I need to do.' 

A wry smile crossed her face. 

'This one is not the first student, I will break him. Yes! I will break you and remake you with magic!!' 

The smile on her face went wider and wider, almost becoming a perverted grin. 

Draear looked up to her face. 

"I shall address you as second master." 

"Do whatever you want... when I'm done with you. You will grovel before me."

"The only one I'm allowed to grovel before is Lord Raven." 

"Shut it! Get out!!" She screamed, throwing her empty cup of tea. 

He dodged it easily and hurried out of the room but stuck out his tongue at her last second before closing the door behind him. 

Slyvia grabbed the chair's arms, gripping it tightly. Her shoulders were heaving and her face was red with anger. 

"How? How? How are they so respectful to him when he is just a perverted piece of shit, a vile existence!" 

She shouted, tearing the arms of the chair. Its foams flew around, slowly settling on the marble floor. 

—

Slowly, the tides of time were taking a new turn. The death of one of the strongest unranked hunters shook the nations more than expected. 

A gate with a monster capable of defeating the great Li Mingwu. Even amongst the unranked, Li Mingwu was no joke. He would often say that none of them could touch his hair. 

For someone like that to be defeated by a gate boss monster. 

The tragic news brought a gathering that everyone always talked about but never wished to happen. 

The world always anticipated the coming together of the unranked hunters. But in actuality, they never want it to happen because the only thing that can bring together the unranked hunters is if there should be a world-scale catastrophe that even Catastrophe-rank hunters cannot handle. 

And alas, they gather.